Muses' Fates
Laughing Muses dancing
Round about dearest Fates,
All together singing
Each with the other mates,
Round about dearest Fates,
All together singing
Each with the other mates,
Born from their love-making
Poets washed with fresh dew,
And while dew-drops yet cling
Verses are penned anew,
Poets washed with fresh dew,
And while dew-drops yet cling
Verses are penned anew,
The moist ink transforming
Beading upon the quill,
Now evaporating
Crystalline words distill,
Beading upon the quill,
Now evaporating
Crystalline words distill,
To the Fates, Muses sing
With pleasured notes, throats fill,
Satisfied, they take wing
Off, to another thrill.
With pleasured notes, throats fill,
Satisfied, they take wing
Off, to another thrill.
© 2007 T.A.Rickey
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